Page 24 of Oh No, I Shot A Spaceship And Kissed An Alien Cyberchef

Laura just smirks at me. The little human knows exactly how she’s affecting me! Two can play at this game. I wonder if she’d appreciate a demonstration of my skills right now?

Too bad people are coming and going, collecting the dishes we make. I need to install a lock on that door… then we’d have the privacy I so desperately want. I’m pretty sure that Laura would not appreciate me throwing her onto the counter-top, spreading her legs, and making a feast out of her. Well, she might enjoy that. I’d make sure she would, in fact. But she might not enjoy one of her human friends walking in on us in that moment. Talk about an awkward staff meeting.

“You know, I was thinking…” Laura bites her lip, looking up at me.

I scowl down at her. For the first time since lastnight, I see hesitation in her. My usual bright and happy mate is concerned…

Mate?

I haven’t asked her to be mine. Yet. But after last night… I just need to find the right moment. Maybe I should practice my proposal speech. “Laura, will you be the seasoning to my bland existence?” No, too cheesy. “Laura, let’s make a lifetime reservation for two?” Ugh, even worse.

“Well, after dinner, maybe we can take dessert back to your room,” she says, cheeks turning bright red. They almost match my own hue, and there’s something deeply pleasant about seeing that. Maybe it’s because that was the color of her cheeks when she was in the throes of ecstasy.

Her words just cause my scowl to deepen. “Are the meals I cook for you not sufficient? I can cook something else, or more?”

“No!” Laura buries her face in her hands. She leans closer to my side, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “I mean… I’ve got some honey. I was kind of thinking we could share that. Lick it… off each other.”

My mind explodes with the possibilities. I’d never considered using food in that way… I could just imagine drizzling the sweet liquid over her soft flesh, watching her quiver as I trailed my lips and tongue over sensitive skin. I can already imagine her moans, her cries for more… Oh boy, I hope this counter is sturdy enough to hide my... enthusiasm.

“You are a distraction, female,” I groan, pressing my hips against the counter-top. Anything to relieve the ache that now furiously demands my attention. “We still have several hours of work left.”

“I did say after dinner!” she exclaims.

“Who said I can wait that long?” I retort, my voicecoming out in a growl. I’m practically panting after her like a rabid animal. So much for my cool, professional demeanor.

I breathe in deeply, trying to control myself. Everything and anything to not pick her up and thrust myself into her heated depths right here and now. Only problem is her sweet scent fills my lungs. She smells like me… and delicious, delicious need.

I tilt my head back, moaning, “Laura!”

“It’s a date then,” she grins at me, confidence once again returning.

She makes me want to turn the NutriSynth back on, but for entirely different reasons than before. I glance at it... I could. If I set it to automatically output the dishes, at the rate the staff are collecting meals, the kitchen could be automated...

Before I have the chance, the kitchen door swings open.

“I’m buying a lock!” I hiss, stabbing a reminder to myself into my wrist communicator. As soon as Laura’s well exhausted and asleep, the first thing I will do is order the first one that will be delivered.

“Oh! I’m sorry, sir, but the kitchen isn’t open to guests,” Laura suddenly says, catching my attention fully.

“Pardon the intrusion,” a voice, deep and smooth, says. A Volscian male steps further into the kitchen. His gait is casual but purposeful. He stands tall, his horns rising impressively higher. They are adorned with intricate metalwork that speaks of high military rank.

“I couldn’t help but follow the most intoxicating aroma,” he says. His black eyes scan the room before landing on Laura. “It led me straight here, to you.”

I bristle at his words, at the way his eyeslinger on Laura.

“Major Zoreth, at your service,” the male says, a smile playing at his lips. “I couldn’t resist investigating such delightful scents. Perhaps I could offer my... assistance?”

I repress the savage growl that builds in my throat. He must be able to smell me on her, to sense our intimacy. Yet he’s acting as if she’s fair game. I step forward, ready to assert my presence.

“Oh, do you like cooking too?” Laura, to my dismay, seems intrigued by the Major’s presence.

“Well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to give you a quick look,” she says, gesturing to the array of dishes we’ve prepared. “We’re attempting something a bit unconventional. An Earth dish, actually, with some obvious adaptations. Have you ever heard of paella?”

I groan. My dear sweet soon-to-be-mate doesn’t realize he hasn’t come for the food, but for her. He’s likely seen her working in the hot kitchens and instantly assumed she’s in need of a mate to provide for her.

She’s not! She’s mine.

I don’t say the words, despite the jealousy running through me. She can make her own decisions. I just have to trust her. If she needs my help, I will be there to support her when she asks for it.

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